My sword I shook Until It glittered like a brook, But frozen, still... I watched it glow As bright As flaming fire, although Extinguished quite. Were it not cold And dead, It would have burned, or rolled Away, I said... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PACIFIST FRIEND by GEORGE SANTAYANA ELEGY ON MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by WILLIAM BASSE ON A MAGAZINE SONNET by RUSSELL HILLARD LOINES THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 21 by OMAR KHAYYAM JIM'S WHISTLE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 8. THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE TIME FOR PRAYER by G. BENNETT |